08-06-2008, 04:01 AM
<!--QuoteBegin-->QUOTE<!--QuoteEBegin-->tiyyatEniya: two poems from mollarAmAyaNamu.
I would like to post my contributions under the column heading
tiyyatEniya.
Occasionally, I would like to post some poems from classics.
I will be posting today two beautiful poems from molla's rAmAyaNa
Many poets of her as well as later generations never
included molla into their fold just because she was a potter
(kummari) by caste and also because of her gender. Her style is
simple and yet remarkably beautiful. rAvaNa comes to as'Okavana
and tries to woo sItAdEvi. The first poem is in the metre
layagrAhi. Note that there are only prAsa yatis in this metre
(ya in this instance). The second poem is in tETagIti (by the
way this is the exapmle given for tETagIti in sulakSaNasAra, a
treatise on prosody in telugu). The translations are by me.
"tOyajadaLAkSi valarAyaDiTu lEci paTusAyakamulErci ipuDEyaga doDangen
tOyadapathaMbuna namEyaruci tODa nudurAyaDunu minci vaDa gAyaga gaDangen
kOyilalu kIramulu kUyaga naLivrajamu lEyeDala zUcinanu mrOyucu celangen
nAyeDala kRpArasamu nIyakavivEkamuna nIyeDala nunDutidi nyAyame latAngI"
"O lotus-eyed woman, the God of Love is awake and has now started
to aim his sharp arrows;
In the sky, the Moon is shining with great sheen and it looks
like the heat of summer;
The cuckoos and parrots are singing and everywhere the
bees are humming;
Why are you so obstinate like this, o creeper-like thin woman,
why don't you show mercy upon me?"
"zaDalu dAlici tapasula tsandamunanu
tammuDunu tAnu ghOra durgammulandu
kUragAyalu kUDugA kuDutsunaTTi
rAmuDErIti lankaku rAgalanDu"
"Wearing matted hairs like hermits,
with his brother in those dense forests,
he is eating ordinary vegetables;
How can that Rama come to rescue you in Lanka?"
You must all be familiar with this little story about Molla. One
day, when she was carrying a hen in her hands, another poet
(according to legend none other than tenAlirAma, a Brahmin by birth)
wanted to make fun of her and asked her: "pillA, peTTanistAvA
(girl, will you give me your hen)?" He was punning on the word
`peTTa' (hen, modesty). Molla cooly replied: "nEnu nIkammanu
(I won't sell you)." She was punning on the word `ammanu'
(won't sell, mother).
http://www.bhaavana.net/telusa/feb96/0135.html<!--QuoteEnd--><!--QuoteEEnd-->
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molla_(poetess)
I would like to post my contributions under the column heading
tiyyatEniya.
Occasionally, I would like to post some poems from classics.
I will be posting today two beautiful poems from molla's rAmAyaNa
Many poets of her as well as later generations never
included molla into their fold just because she was a potter
(kummari) by caste and also because of her gender. Her style is
simple and yet remarkably beautiful. rAvaNa comes to as'Okavana
and tries to woo sItAdEvi. The first poem is in the metre
layagrAhi. Note that there are only prAsa yatis in this metre
(ya in this instance). The second poem is in tETagIti (by the
way this is the exapmle given for tETagIti in sulakSaNasAra, a
treatise on prosody in telugu). The translations are by me.
"tOyajadaLAkSi valarAyaDiTu lEci paTusAyakamulErci ipuDEyaga doDangen
tOyadapathaMbuna namEyaruci tODa nudurAyaDunu minci vaDa gAyaga gaDangen
kOyilalu kIramulu kUyaga naLivrajamu lEyeDala zUcinanu mrOyucu celangen
nAyeDala kRpArasamu nIyakavivEkamuna nIyeDala nunDutidi nyAyame latAngI"
"O lotus-eyed woman, the God of Love is awake and has now started
to aim his sharp arrows;
In the sky, the Moon is shining with great sheen and it looks
like the heat of summer;
The cuckoos and parrots are singing and everywhere the
bees are humming;
Why are you so obstinate like this, o creeper-like thin woman,
why don't you show mercy upon me?"
"zaDalu dAlici tapasula tsandamunanu
tammuDunu tAnu ghOra durgammulandu
kUragAyalu kUDugA kuDutsunaTTi
rAmuDErIti lankaku rAgalanDu"
"Wearing matted hairs like hermits,
with his brother in those dense forests,
he is eating ordinary vegetables;
How can that Rama come to rescue you in Lanka?"
You must all be familiar with this little story about Molla. One
day, when she was carrying a hen in her hands, another poet
(according to legend none other than tenAlirAma, a Brahmin by birth)
wanted to make fun of her and asked her: "pillA, peTTanistAvA
(girl, will you give me your hen)?" He was punning on the word
`peTTa' (hen, modesty). Molla cooly replied: "nEnu nIkammanu
(I won't sell you)." She was punning on the word `ammanu'
(won't sell, mother).
http://www.bhaavana.net/telusa/feb96/0135.html<!--QuoteEnd--><!--QuoteEEnd-->
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molla_(poetess)